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Summary: "There’s a room,” Castiel says, pressing his hand against his own chest, “in a house, in a town, where this man used to pray. Where he’d tell God every secret, unworthy thought he’d ever had and be forgiven for them. It matters, Dean. It matters to me that we are alone.”

Fandom Reactions

"Because this story captures the dynamic between Dean and Castiel in such a beautiful, heartbreaking way, it reads like it could be canon, even after Season 6. It also benefits from the skill of the author as far as descriptions are concerned, going from beautiful to brutal and back again."[1]

"I kind of hated this. Everything going to hell and gone and Sam's *not there*, the one thing Dean gave up everything for and he's not there and it's just.... Too fucking much. The pockets of Armageddon are weird and creepy, the pockets of 'normal' are just as creepy. Dean getting to meet Jonah was cool and heartbreaking, Cas coming back was awesome and Dean, Dean....believing. cries But Sam isn't there, and ultimately, that breaks my heart."[2]

"Oh my god. Absolutely, seamlessly gorgeous. The tone of it, the pacing, the middle-of-the-story story, the bleakness, the hope, the love.. It's those little details that get to me -- Castiel taking his coffee as black as Dean does, and Dean nudging his foot, and Castiel making a wish and crying at North Dakota and praying and Dean not praying."[3]

"Holy Pants. This is amazing. Aching and longing and beautiful. And so very natural and real - this is a way that I can see it going, that's how real it feels. The way the absence of Sam almost becomes a character, the way Dean is always reaching for something, the way Castiel is slowly changing, becoming something else.""[4]

"The whole thing, from the first word to the last, was perfection, with added incredible for the cuddling/smoking scene. Loved it."[5]